You Save Me

A story of opening yourself entirely to someone, loving someone unconditionally, and trust.

Nick/Greg friendship and eventually pairing. Characters are not mine. Please R & R. Thanks for all the reviews!

By: Animegirl1129

Chapter 6:

Greg jumped into his car, starting the engine and pulling out of the lot as quickly as possible. He started toward the crime scene he'd been assigned to, trying to think of what to do.

"Nicky…" Greg sighed, digging his cell phone from his pocket and hitting the first number on speed dial. It rang five times and went to voicemail. He hung up and tried again, praying that Nick would pick up. It was sent to voicemail again and he snapped the phone shut in irritation.

He glanced on the rear view, spotting the black Ultima that Nick had seen yesterday not far behind. Three cars separated him from his attackers.

"Damn it!" he growled, flipping the phone open again. An idea came to mind and he hit the second speed dial button. This time he got an answer. "Hey, Sara, can I talk to Nick?"

A moment later the phone was handed of to the CSI 3 and Greg launched into an explanation. "They're following me." He said simply. "They know I'm staying with you and they're tailing me again. I saw one of them in the parking lot outside CSI." Greg decided against telling him about the note, he didn't want to scare him.

"Greg, meet us at out crime scene. Get here as fast as you can." He said, quickly telling him the address and directions there. "Stay on the phone with me, okay?"

Greg agreed, making a sharp right turn in hopes of deterring his pursuers. He sped towards Nick's crime scene, trying to attract the attention of a police officer running radar. He could explain what was going on, ask for an escort, anything.

"Almost there." Greg said, taking another sharp turn onto a back road as a shortcut.

Upon doing this, Greg realized that it was the worst thing he possibly could have done He heard the car behind him, undoubtedly his attackers, floor the engine, and he saw them advancing on him in the mirrors.

"Nick, help!" he said into the phone before the car lurched forward and then backwards as they rear-ended him and backed off again. The car started to come along side of him forcing him off to the side of the road; it then slammed into the side of the car, sending him careening off the roadway into the ditch on the side of the road. The sudden change causing his Tahoe to roll down the small hill landing upside down at the bottom.

"Greg! Greg, answer me!" Nick screamed into the phone. "Something's wrong…"

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Nick was frantic; driving over the route Greg would have taken to get there. He was almost all the way back to the scene and he'd seen no trace of the younger man or the car.

As he passed a small side road, he noticed a set of skid marks going down the street. "Oh, God, no…" he shook his head, praying he was wrong and some kid had just been testing out a new car. He turned down the street, the shattered red glass from a tail light immediately disproving his theory.

He followed the road a bit further, searching the sides and down the embankments. Then he saw it.

Greg's Tahoe was completely upside down, almost pancaked in the process. "Greg!" Nick screamed, jumping from his car and running down the hill. "Greg, please be okay…" He looked to see if Greg was still in the car, both relieved and worried when he saw no evidence of him in the driver's seat. "If they took him away from me…" he said aloud, running around to the other side of the truck calling for him.

"Damn…" Nick said, freezing in place. Greg laid before him a small gash on his forehead leaking crimson blood in a trail down to his neck. His left arm and wrist were bent at awkward angles, as was one of his legs.

Moving beside the younger man, he pulled out his cell phone, dialing 911 and reporting their location. Once an ambulance was dispatched, he several bones looked broken and he dared not move him because of that fact.

"Please wake up, baby…" he whispered running a hand through the other mans hair, unable to do anything else to help without risking further injury.

Greg groaned, his mind clouded by white as he fought to wake up. His mind wandered to the alley near his apartment.

He was walking back to his apartment, he'd dropped his car off at the repair shop to get the brakes checked and since it was only about six blocks from home, he decided to walk.

"Excuse me, do you know how to get to the MGM from here?" a voice behind him questioned.

He turned around, facing a tall, well built man in black clothing. It was at that moment he knew something was wrong, several other people were on the street and had a hand not clamped over his mouth he would have yelled for help, but he didn't have time. Another set of hands grabbed him arms, dragging him down the alley they were standing by.

'Some CSI I am...' He scolded himself as they threw him against a wall, a man on either side of him to keep him from escaping.

The one closest to him grabbed his wallet, tossing it to the man who seemed to be in charge. "So, Greg Sanders, nice to meet you."

Greg tried to sit up, wanting nothing more than to fall into Nick's arms, curl up in a bed and sleep for the next week, but he found most of himself immobilized. His left leg was strapped in place as was his right arm and his neck. "What's going on?" he mumbled groggily.

His eyes searched the room for someone he recognized but none were in his limited field of vision.

"Sir, you were in a car crash, were almost at the hospital." A woman to his right informed him.

He shut his eyes, clearing the cobwebs from his mind. "Where's Nicky?" he mumbled, trying to look around the rest of the ambulance.

He felt a hand wrap around his own. "I'm right here, Greggo."